The Strokes: Spanish translation of Not the same anymore

Not the same anymore is perhaps the most confessional and sad song of the whole tracklist de The new abnormal, The Strokes' new album. Unlike what is seen in topics such as Why are sundays so depressing Eternal Summer, in this beautiful nostalgic poem that is Not the same anymore Julian Casablancas now takes much of his blame in their romantic relationships.

Translation of Not the same anymore

Not the same anymore is a cryptic poem, like almost all of The Strokes' discography, which uses omission and constant metaphor to paint a picture of a repentant man who admits that he has made many mistakeseven resorting to violence.

Personally, the song hasn't left much of an impression on us. It's not that it's bad; It has spectacular moments and a very cozy atmosphere. We simply lacked something more than punch who knows, maybe it will germinate over time.

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[Verse 1]
You're not the same anymore
Don't wanna play that game anymore
You'd make a better window than a door
Oh, the strangers, they implore
It gets so easy to ignore
Just like the girl next door

You are not the same anymore
You don't want to play that game anymore
You'd be better a window than a door
Oh the strangers, they implore
It's so easy to ignore
Like the girl next door

[chorus 1]
Uncle's house, it was noon
Sorry, boy, I can't employ ya
You are strange, but I like you
Sorry, this is overdue
I promised I would do it right
Her and a boy on a Saturday night

At my uncle's house, it was afternoon
Sorry boy, I can't give you a job
you're weird but i like you
sorry this is late
I promised I'd make it right
Her and her boy on a Saturday night

[Verse 2]
And now the door slams shut
A child prisoner grows up
To seek his enemy's throat cut
(I'm on and on it, on and on and on it)
We're on the way, fuel the jet
Can see that what he wants, he gets
What does your sworn enemy regret?

And now the door slams shut
A prisoner boy grows up
Look for your enemy to cut his throat
I go on and on and on We're on our way, put gas in the jet
You can see what you want you get
What does your declared enemy regret?

[chorus 2]
I didn't know, I didn't care
I don't even understand
Did something wrong, I wasn't sure
Stay on top of this, or else
I was afraid, I fucked up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I couldn't change, it's too late

I didn't know, I didn't care
I don't even get it
I did something wrong, I wasn't sure
Stay on top of this one, or you'll see
I was scared, I screwed up
Yes Yes Yes
I couldn't change, it's too late

And it's time to show up
Late again, I can't grow
And now it's my responsibility, they've given up[chorus 3]
Uncle's house, I forget
Violent tendencies I get
Your timing sucks, she went overboard
Don't forget, you are insured
I didn't know, I wasn't sure
Can't remember all that well
I couldn't change, it was too late
Yeah, yeah, yeah
At my uncle's house, I forget
I have violent tendencies
Your calculation of times sucks, it went overboard
Don't forget, you are insured
I didn't know, I wasn't sure
I don't remember well
I couldn't change, it was too late
Yes Yes Yes

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